Quick post regarding pictures and tech issues.

So it's been like three years since I've even looked at this blog.

My post about the garden bench has been pinned 40,000 times. Literally.  Sadly, in the wind storm we had last October, two trees fell on it, and that was that.

Meanwhile, Photobucket wants me to pay $400 a year to host my pictures there.

Know what I think about that?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

So I had to go fix a bunch of broken photos. 

Every photo in this blog was broken.

I'm working on it, and editing as I go.  Some entries are going away because they were filler then and are pointless now. The rest are going to be more focused and better than they were before.

And then...

guess what...

I really am pulling this blog out of retirement.  I mean, why not?

It's going to get a title change from Rose City Abode to...something... because I can actually edit my Pinterest pins to change links, so a name change is in order because we moved out of the Rose City Abode five years ago next month.

I mean, we have a house.  A house where we can tear down walls and tear up floors and do whatever the heck we want, because it's ours, and ain't-no-condo-association-gonna-kick-us-out-again.

Meanwhile, check out #gleasonsfirstgriswoldhouse on Instagram since that's where all the fun is.

Well, no more Rose City Abode, no more Rose City...anything.

A lot has happened since my last post back in September.

Before I got around to my October Rose City Abode post, which never happened because Brent was moving in, we got notice that the condo association wanted to put the condo I was renting on the market and thus would not be renewing my lease.  Brent's lease was up December 1 and mine would be up March 1.  Brent moved in anyway in November and we decided to just start looking for houses, because let's face it, renting sucks.

What?  It does.  I don't want someone telling me they've sold my dwelling and I'm SOL ever again, or that they're going to, or whatever.

Then my biggest client photography-wise had a budget crisis, and I suddenly had no more income.  Oh dear.

So I went back to the post office, but taking a severe pay cut along with it, and not as many hours as I was used to getting.  At least I was back in, so Brent and I resumed looking at houses and put in a couple offers.

And then USPS announced 5-day delivery, as if it could get worse come August. 

And then they renounced it, but it might happen after September or something.  And Brent hasn't been getting as many hours as he used to, either.

Good thing our offers got rejected!  We stopped looking at houses, and with two weeks to go until my lease was up, we divvied up all our belongings between his parent's basement and my grandparent's basement, shoved it all in his race car trailer, and moved into his parents' guest room.

Our old place went on the market about a week ago, after having been renovated.  No more pink carpets, no more broken stove or broken fridge or ugly bathrooms.  I never ever want wall-to-wall carpeting ever again, I'm so done with carpeted stairs...etc.

So anyway, our old place, (with new BEIGE CARPETS, BLEHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!) is [no longer on the market].  I love how they wouldn't fix the stupid stove (one burner never worked and the fridge, oh, don't get me started) while we were there, yet as soon as we moved out...

That's what happened.

(January 2018 edit: BEIGE CARPETS!!! Still can't believe they made that place even uglier! hahahahaa!)

Household upheaval, out with the old, and in with the...older...

I've decided I don't like wicker furniture, like at all.  I found a consignment store here in Norwich to sell it for me. Bye!

There's a whole bunch of excuses as to why I've been TERRIBLE keeping up with my blog, and here they are in bullets!

• My mom's household is gaining a member, which means all my mystery boxes of "I'll sort this later" needed to be dragged out into the woods and set on fire and brought to my place.
• Road trip to PA to visit Brent's family.
• Camera broke while on said road trip!
• My entire Etsy store needed to vacate the spare room because...
• My own household is gaining a member in December, which means all the crap I hauled over from my mom's needs to get the hell out of my living room gooooooooooo, as well as a couch and a bed and ALL THE WICKER FURNITURE and even more furniture...
• But then Brimfield happened.

• I came home with furniture.

My Etsy store, Blithe Button , has been causing problems in my living space since 2008.  I have a large amount of inventory including everything from an entire closet worth of vintage clothing to fragile glassware, and the list goes on, since I sell crafting supplies and hand made jewelry as well.  This all used to be crammed in my office--including a mannequin and four mannequin heads stuffed in the closet.  When I lived in my 450 sq. ft. basement quarters, it was right there with me for a year or so, until I finally rented a storage area.  Granted, this stuff has been collecting dust since mid-2010 because I didn't have time to work on photographing, measuring, & selling, while working as both a mail lady and photographer.  Now one of those jobs is out of the way, and I can work on this in my down time.  Question is, where?

Blithe Button found a permanent home!

 

My grandfather had the solution.  I'd been storing a good amount of the Etsy inventory I have yet to list in their home for a while, so he suggested building shelving and a workspace.  I can still create the hand made jewelry at my home on my custom built crafting desk, but now I have a place to work on the other 2/3 of that store.  I get to decorate that as well, because no one wants a boring workspace.

IKEA stool found at Goodwill for $9!  Just when I needed to find a specific piece of furniture...

The construction phase of that project was finished last week, and I spent all of last Saturday moving inventory and other things over to their place.

   Clothing rack on left= things currently for sale on Etsy.  Rack on right= my to-do list.

(January 2018 update: All clothing was sold to Civvies in New Haven in September 2017.  I really don't have the time to focus on clothing- I'd rather be focusing on buttons!)

Meanwhile, my home is not in any condition to be seen.  I have boxes of things absolutely everywhere downstairs while I wonder "what is all this crap" and "when did I throw everything up in the air and dump that on the floor" and "when was the last time I saw sunlight left the house?"

I think that's enough of a post for now.  I have a growing list of posts to write, including one about the crafting desk I've mentioned probably more than five times since starting this blog, and the orange chair, and the furniture I found while delivering mail, as well as seasonal posts.  Halloween will soon be upon us, and I'm decorating with all new decorations this year.

Quick before & after: adding class to a Home Goods clearance table.

One of the first places I started decorating when I pulled all my wall art out of storage was the entrance next to the front door.  I didn't really know what I wanted to do with the space and until last Friday, there were no pictures hung below the light switch panel.  The wall was entirely blank from there to the floor, where there was a sloppy shoe tray that was never put away after last winter, piled high with my summer sandals and whatever I kicked off when I came in.  I've made it a habit to take my shoes off when I come in because I really hate vacuuming the stairs.

As you can see, now there's a table and a sad gap in photos. I'd been hunting for the perfect table to fit in the space for a few months, but most were too wide or too expensive, and it's not like I was scouring Pier 1 or even Target for the perfect table.  Home Goods...on the other hand...

Home Goods can be hit or miss for me.  Sometimes the clearance furniture is too dinged up and still too expensive and this table was really pushing it for me, at $94.  There was another table, same shape, slightly smaller, no drawers, painted grey, for $69.  I thought the knobs looked cheap.

Cheap knobs = meh.

 Luckily for me, I had just been to Pier 1 that morning, where I had bought a demonic meowing cat pen for Brent and found they were selling glass drawer knobs, which I am a total sucker for.  Lowes and Home Depot glass knobs don't cut it for me--I'll buy them off eBay or Urban Outfitters or even stalk Anthropologie, and now finding Pier 1 sells them as well?

 Glass knobs add class.

It literally took less than five minutes to make such an improvement to a table that was otherwise boring.

 Other things I'm going to do with this table: since it's in the entrance, I'm going to put little holiday themed items here when the time comes, like at Halloween and Christmas. I filled the sad gap with my own art.

Before and After: Antique Doors Become Garden Bench

Last October, I was gearing up to build a large piece of furniture that this post will not be about.  However, I was out scouting for antique doors for it, and happened upon these free Craigslist doors.  (Picture isn't mine, I stole it from the ad).  There was a whole pile of doors, more than 10 of them, and I ended up going home with four and half of a door, even though I'd only needed two for my original project.

Ok, so I might have a tendency to hoard.  Might. Shush.

Once the other piece of furniture was built, I was left with the two green doors and 1/2 door that I couldn't pass up originally, even though I don't like green.  They were an odd size, not full size, and matching, and I really loved them.

Nine months passed and the green doors sat in my grandparents' basement, newly painted with a different green I'd chosen for them because I did have an idea for them that never came to fruition.  My grandfather, busybody that he is, hatched an idea for the doors since he'd lost faith that I'd ever use them.  He also had some leftover wood from another furniture project of mine from 2010.

Meanwhile, my grandmother loves to garden, and recently started picking different places in the yard to sit and enjoy her gardens, and my grandfather wanted to make her a bench, so I let him have the doors and a couple days later, this is what he made:

Old doors have new life as a garden bench.

Now, if only I could come up with an idea for the 1/2 door that's still left...

(January 2018 update: This bench has been pinned on Pinterest more than 40,000 times!  Thank you to all who share this lovely bench.  Unfortunately two trees fell on it in a wind storm last October and so the bench is no more.)

My first huge furniture purchase, ever. Bonus points for age!

On May 31, 2010, I went antiquing.  Yes, well over two years ago.  I went to one of my favorite haunts, the Antiques Marketplace in Putnam, CT.  It's four stories tall and I always manage to find something, even though I don't usually spend more than $100 when I go.  And by the drawing above, you can tell this dresser I'd spotted was WELL out of my price range (because I drew a picture of it instead of buying it...), especially because I had just spent $1000 building a lofted bed, and lived in a room that was 99 square feet (another post, another time, promise!).

However, there was something about this Victorian hotel dresser (circa 1880) I fell in love with from the start.  I like boxes and compartments, and this boasted 14 compartments of all shapes and sizes, each small set with its own different hardware and carving, so many little details, so much craftsmanship...and it was only $1600. 

Lions!

This is the coolest escutcheon I've EVER seen. I can't believe I spelled that correctly on the first try.

It even still had one of its original keys. 

About a year later, the gorgeous dresser was STILL at the marketplace, but with an adjusted price tag: $1800.  They had moved it to another room and started piling knickknacks and books on it, so I had mistakenly thought it sold until I found it.  I guess they had given up on the hopes that anyone would buy it in this economy.

At 7 feet tall and 4 1/2 feet wide, it's a behemoth of bedroom furniture.  WANT. 

Getting divorced freed me from the plain, character-less, no-history, 50's laminate crap bedroom set I so hated, but my ex had actually insisted I not buy the thing so my first act of rebellion (after serving him divorce papers, throwing all his stuff down the stairs, and changing the locks on the apartment) was to BUY THE THING.

So I went back to the Antiques Marketplace, fully expecting to throw down the entire $1800 for the dresser I so coveted if it was still there after all these years.

I got to the marketplace, and it was jam-packed with shoppers, in the middle of its President's Day Weekend sales.  I'd forgotten they were having a sale and was honestly surprised to see so many people.  I found the dresser in a back room behind old books and facing in a different direction from the last time I'd seen it, so it took me a little while.  

When I found it, I was in for a huge surprise.  That $1800 price tag had been replaced with a huge red card marked "SALE: $695".  

Um, what?  $695, and not $1695?  I ran to the front counter and paid for it, right then, right there.  I didn't even know how I would get it home.  I really didn't care. 

But...I have a boyfriend (named Brent) with a big diesel pickup truck and a dad (named Dad).  A week later, they met for the first time, I bought them both breakfast and we went to pick up this fabulous dresser in the freezing cold. And I was curious to see how Brent would react to it, because I had no problems becoming a cat lady if he didn't.

Anyway, somehow Brent and Dad managed to get this up the stairs in no time flat, without fatalities.  

And here it was on the day it came home.

I didn't just buy this piece to look at, so I filled it with clothes.  Though it's beautiful, I need to put things on it as well like lamps and jewelry and vases and knickknacks. 

Other purchases from the Antiques Marketplace include the ruffled dish left of center (used for bracelets and brooches), and the depression glass ashtray with German advertising (I took German in high school/college and it was $5!).

I have never once regretted buying this piece. (January 2018 update: I have now owned this dresser almost six years.  It has survived two moves, and still reigns supreme over all my bedroom furniture.)

What a mess...

Organizing my bookcase with nothing but a coffee cup by my side at 7AM...

Five months ago, my last blog post mentioned I was getting a divorce and that I was keeping my condo with the pink carpets.  Well, that's all true.  Just when you think you've gotten into the groove of decorating, your spouse moves out and takes half your DVDs with him but leaves all the particle board furniture that I ABSOLUTELY HATE.  If there's one thing I abhor more than pink carpets and the divorce process, it's got to be sawdust-and-glue-with-laminate furniture that's disgusting and costs too much for the garbage it is.

So X moved out (and I edited his nickname in previous entries. January 2018 note: I edited him almost completely out because he's really not important).  Things got ugly so he left so much stuff here that we almost had to rent a moving van just to bring him the things he wanted, nevermind the things he didn't.  The things he didn't want mainly consisted of furniture that I didn't like anyway, so I hemmed and hawed for a couple months about putting it up on craigslist.

This is no Victorian dresser.  This has no history, no personality, nothing.  It did have a matching 9-drawer dresser with a mirror that I don't have any pictures of and don't really care.

In the end of March, I woke up at 6AM and decided all the furniture I hated was leaving my house.  Right then, right that second.  Couldn't be bothered with Craigslist, it had to go.  It wasn't just X's former office that was chock full of dressers and a kitchen table and some other stuff, it was also my entire ugly 1950's bedroom set that I always hated that he had purchased shortly after we got married when all we needed was a bed...and the wicker headboard that was just a white blob of sticks against the wall.

So on that fateful day in March, I heaved the entire 9-drawer dresser over the bed solo at 6:30AM and prepared to empty my home of every piece of furniture I didn't like.  Every. Piece.  I called my grandfather and he brought his truck, and by 10:30 we'd donated two truck loads of ugly furniture to Goodwill.  Sometimes you just need to purge and it feels so good.

Strangely, most of my purging ended around the beginning of April.  Or so I thought...and then I quit my postal job in the middle of June.  Faced with a plethora of free time...I started purging, again.

However, for all the purging that's been done, I've been making room to bring home things that were in storage that X never liked and thus, never put up.  Like these posters that had been sitting in storage since 2007:

I suppose that's a sufficient teaser, right? Here's a small bullet list of upcoming posts...

• Furniture Find of 2006: Once upon a time there was this circular orange chair that didn't match anything ever, and then it was given to me and I threw it in my car and then made my grandparents live with it for 5 years...
• Before and After: How my grandfather turned a free Craigslist find into a bench for my grandmother, which is adorable.
• Furniture Find of 2012: If you get divorced, you should splurge on a huge piece of furniture that you've had your eyes on for two years.
• Simple DIY projects (random ideas I totally stole and executed from Pinterest...WHAT. That's what it's for.)

Now, all that icky divorce stuff aside, life goes on, and life is good.  I didn't really want to write about it but I can't just skip to the next chapter without acknowledging that it happened and why, all of the sudden, my blog just omits a person who was in my life for years. Truth is, I didn't want to abandon this blog because I put a lot of work into starting it, and seeing as it was relatively new when dung hit the fan, I figured could just give it time and pick it up again when the timing was right.  It wasn't about him anyway, it was about home decor, and we never really saw eye-to-eye with that anyway, kitchen organization aside.  He took all the kitchen gadgets with him, which leaves me with like... a crockpot...and a blender and my mom's juicer from 1992.  Oh, and the coffee maker.  At least he knew better than to take that.

Anyway, there is a new character around, but I'll introduce him in the next blog post, and we have flea market adventures and it's going to be fun to include him in future posts, mainly because we have similar tastes. He's also part of the reason I've started purging more things I don't need, and why I now have an exercise room with a brand-new elliptical machine.  This blog will get there, but things are good.